The Tang Old Master replied, "What's there to talk about with a little child like you?"
Tang Thirty-Six smiled. "Old scoundrel, do you think this mahjong game is over?"
For some reason, Chen Changsheng felt a chill when he saw his smile, and then felt a little sad for him.
The first thing he had said upon leaving the Tang clan's ancestral hall had been: Where's that old bastard?
Comparing the terms' old bastard 'and' old scoundrel ', the former naturally expressed greater resentment.
He was currently using the latter, but that did not mean that his resentment was lessening. It could only mean that his attitude was growing colder and colder.
Coldness was because he was emotionless.
The Tang Old Master was too emotionless.
On the surface, everything that had happened yesterday was naturally due to the Tang Old Master's wisdom and resolve.
When he learned that his second son was colluding with the demons, he placed righteousness before family.
But Tang Thirty-Six did not think this way.
He had spent half a year in the ancestral hall without saying a word, and had long since thought through everything clearly.
He had already seen through his grandfather.
If Chen Changsheng had not come to Wenshui, his father would have assuredly died and he would have been imprisoned until his death.
Whether it was the poisoning or the struggle for power, many things seemed to have been done by the Tang Second Master, but whose Tang clan was the Tang clan?
If the Tang Old Master had not maintained his silence, would these things have happened?
And this wasn't even considering the fact that it had been the Tang Old Master's personal order to imprison Tang Thirty-Six in the ancestral hall.
If there was a mastermind in this matter, the Tang Old Master was the true mastermind.
But the Tang Old Master had not expected that, for the sake of his grandson, the Orthodoxy would adopt such an unyielding stance, one that bordered on mutual destruction. The Chen Changsheng that had appeared in Wenshui City was not the mature and steady Pope that placed the Orthodoxy and the people of the world above all else. He was more like a brute whose hot-bloodedness had clouded his mind.
The Tang Old Master had also not expected that South Stream Temple and the Mount Li Sword Sect would also display such a resolute stance, especially the fact that the latter had caused the Qiushan clan to shrink back. And he had certainly not expected that these youths would directly flip the mahjong tiles, allowing many people to see the truth of this mahjong game.
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The signs made of green bamboo kept rubbing against each other, producing a pleasant sound. Then, they gradually became tidy.
Tang Thirty Six was very skilled at shuffling the cards. He didn't forget to chat with Chen Chang Sheng for a bit, "Ever since I was young, I always wanted to play cards in this room, but this old guy always said I was still young and didn't give me the chance. Actually, if we talk about playing cards, he is no match for me."
After learning that Xu You Rong had once been mahjong partners with the Tang Old Master, Chen Changsheng had always wanted to know why Tang Thirty-Six had never seen her. Only when he heard these words did he realize that there was such a story. In the eyes of the Tang Old Master, Tang Thirty-Six was just a child, so he naturally had no right to enter the room.
"Do you really think you're qualified to play cards with me?"
The Tang Old Master did not move. His right hand stroked his cane as he calmly asked Tang Thirty-Six.
Tang Thirty-Six didn't have any intention of respecting the elder. He just stacked the tiles in front of him and ignored the rest of the scattered tiles on the table.
He said, "The game of cards I played with Second Uncle yesterday was not bad, right?"
The Tang Old Master replied, "That's because I gave you a good hand."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "That last hand was my own."
Both of these statements were correct.
Whether it was the Torture Hall, Minister Wei, Fivekind Man, or those hidden forces in the old estate, they were all the Tang clan's best cards.
When these cards fell into Tang Thirty-Six's hands, the Tang Second Master did not have much power to resist, so the Tang Second Master very straightforwardly chose not to resist, instead placing all his hopes on his final thunderous strike. He had not expected that Tang Thirty-Six had prepared an especially beautiful hidden hand.
The Tang Old Master expressionlessly said, "Without my cards, you would have lost everything long ago. How could you have the chance to last until the last game?"
"Reasonable."
Tang Thirty-Six raised his head and said, "Then today, I will not use the clan's cards, but my own cards to fight with you."
As he said this, he stared straight into the Old Master's eyes, or at the same level. In short, it was extremely rude and unyielding.
The Tang Old Master mocked, "What good cards could a little cub like you have?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "His cards are my cards. Who dares to say that those cards are bad?"
He then turned to Chen Changsheng and asked, "There's no problem in borrowing them, right?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "It's not like they're books. If you want to use them, you can take them."
"What are you pretending to be generous for?" Tang Thirty-Six mocked, "Back then, I wanted to take a look at your sword, but you refused. You were so nervous about something."
He was referring to the old matter in the Plum Garden Inn.
The two looked at each other and smiled, no longer arguing.
The Tang Old Master did not smile, but for the first time, his expression turned grave.
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In this mahjong game between the Tang clan grandfather and grandson, there was only one spectator: Chen Changsheng.
Although he did not participate, he was not a pure spectator, because his cards were all on the table, all in front of Tang Thirty-Six.
This game was not played in the capital, nor was it the bloody battle to the end that was popular in Wenshui City, nor was it the river of blood that the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect loved to play.
The way Tang Thirty-Six played was very much in line with his own personality, and it was also easier for a beginner like Chen Changsheng to understand.
In terms of size.
Clatter clatter could be heard in the quiet room.
It was the sound of bamboo tiles colliding with the hard old pear wood table.
Those tiles were thrown onto the table and quietly laid there, like dragonhorses bathing in the sun on a meadow.
Once the order was given, these soldiers would line up in formation and charge without rest.
In the red were the red-dyed banners flapping in the wind. They were the Orthodoxy cavalry, the Mount Song Army headquarters, and the Cong Province Army headquarters.
Two were the Iron Spear, the Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, who had been pursued by the Imperial Court for three years but had instead killed many of its experts.
There was also the blade, the dragon, the tiger, and the millions of believers.
Little Chicken was a peacock, but also a phoenix.
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Tang Thirty-Six flipped over the tiles in his hand.
Chen Changsheng uneasily asked, "Neither of them will be happy with this description, right?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "In distress, that something is not as good as that … it's just a description. There's no need to be so serious. Besides, why did you pick out a tile that looks like a phoenix for me?"
Chen Changsheng had only recognized all the tiles yesterday, so how could he possibly pick one? He could only say nothing.
This was very funny, but the Tang Old Master still did not laugh. His expression was even more solemn than before.
Tang Thirty-Six had already finished playing the tiles in his hand, but the Tang Old Master still had not moved.
The countless mahjong tiles represented the factions of the opposing side. In terms of strength, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose in the end.
If the Tang Old Master tried to reason with these two juniors, he would assuredly win.
But the Tang clan would assuredly lose.
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